Chapin City Blues

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I dated a girl who lived a few cities away. This was back in my youth. The drive there, by car, was about an hour. By bus, longer. Every Saturday, I’d walk to the bus stop at 6Am. And returned home every Sunday at midnight. A difference six hours makes, if you think about it. …

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 So much blood from such a tiny little hole Could be something is messing from inside me. Could be that all these years of anti-religion, I’ve forgotten how the game was played. Could be that someone in this whole shit-faced world is in the wrong. Could be that, for the first time, it might not …

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